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impromptu poem

In a dozen days

i go to Him
and give myself in full
and in His hands
my self released
for Him to push or pull
and as i lie
before Him there
with no will of my own
i trust that He
is there with me
because it’s what He’s shown
i have no fear
of harm or ill
when used at Master’s hand
because He always
tends to me
and is honest in command
a dozen days
seems far away
to my hard longing heart
and so i smile
and think of Him
and cannot wait
to start.
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i am His

I am His

Three words that mean something

I never dreamed they would

More than I knew they could

In a way I always wanted but never

Knew how to articulate

Most women have said this phrase

And they mean his to love

His to date

His to kiss

His to make love to

I have said those three words in that way

The first time was when I was too young to understand them

And because of the way my heart

Was always open

Sometimes when I didn’t know enough to know

But

I wanted them to mean something more

Or something different

And now

I am His

Means His to use

His to command

His to take

His to train

His to correct

And

His to befriend

His to talk with

His to laugh with

His to pray with

His to make love to

His to explore with.

And being His

Has helped me to be me

In a way I never thought possible.